Curse the poetic blood No matter how much I cut myself I fail to bleed it all away Curse the Poets skin I cannot tear it off It holds everything in Curse the Poets feet The more I try run away The more they dig in, rooted to the words that paint my life. Curse the poetic tears They bring no comfort, they blur my view and wet my pages, smudge my ink Curse the Poets mind At times, I dream of ways to throw it all away Curse my poetic heart But there is love here And so we cheer this life on.